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[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=white][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[color=gray][indent][indent]With a pep to his step and a whistled tune on his lips, Damien plopped omelette after omelette onto a giant plate he found lying around. The presentation of their meal certainly left a lot to be desired, but it was food that they'd only have one shot to eat, so he didn't hold back at all when it came to quantity. 

He scraped the last omelette into the pile and looked at his creations with pride. "I still got it," he said, though the expression on his face showed a hint of dubiousness. Gathering a messy assortment of napkins and silverware, he presented the rest of the room with the food by shoving it to the side. Now the only thing left to do before heading out was to eat. 

Damien ate an omelette with his bare hands, holding it like a taco. He was glad Jennifer was propping herself up as the leader of their little group, since it meant he wouldn't have to be in charge of anything. His plan so far was just to run for it, and that probably wouldn't work out with a bunch of adults with joint pain travelling along with him. Even with this in mind, he still had some doubts.

[color=white]"So..."[/color] he said, in between messy bites, [color=white]"Do we risk it or take our time?"[/color] They were yet to reach a conclusion, and he was not so secretly getting impatient. The dumb teenage part of him wanted to barrel straight into danger to get it over with, but the other part of him, the part that had come to grips with his own mortality, knew it was suicide. [/indent][/indent][/color]